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 264 NOT YET, MY SOUL. NOT yet, my soul, look back to vi.'e w The rapturous joys, that late were thine, By time untouch'd, their brilliant hue Would now-too bdgtly; keenly shine. Contrasted with the vivid scene, How dark would seem the present hour, As, where the lightuings path has been, Th' impending clouds' more deeply !ow'r. When Time's so twilight, stealing on, Has shed subdued a reellower ray; When all the grief of grief is flown, Then turn--and gaze thyself away *. But, should too much the colours fade, Too quickly l(se their wonted fire, Fod Memory then sliall lend her aid, Nor let one cherish'd trace expire. ......... Google

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